23 April 2008There's no perv like an old perv
About 15 years ago I was living in an old industrial building that was converted to loft apartments. One of the neighbors was a sculptor guy who kept pestering me to pose for him without the benefit of apparel.
I may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, but I knew what that was about, and politely declined the offer. I couldn't decide what would be worse posing nude and having a pass made at me, or posing nude and not having a pass made at me. When neither option seems acceptable, the proper course of action is inaction:
Whatever. I decided to live with the mystery. Besides, he was about twice my age. Ancient! (though the age he was doesn't sound nearly as old these days)
Sounds like he's about my age, which might be another justification for suspicion. Disclosure: I doffed my duds for a photo once, though it was for a Good (or at least Amusing) Cause, and the guy with the camera wasn't the slightest bit interested. Posted at 10:16 AM to Birthday Suitable |